"Hahahaha! What the fuck are these?!" Sir Adam laughs.
"Ughh, pictures?" I shrug.
"Ha! A fucking dog?!" Sir Adam laughs.
"We don't have dogs here sir." I point out.
"Pffttt!" He continues laughing.
I let out a breath. I grip my fists. Control. Control. Control. Breathe. Control. Control. Control. Breathe. I let go of my fists.
"I said a real story." He looks at me.
"Well..." I start.
"You're not doing your fucking job right." He says.
"Right..." I sigh.
"Give me a real fucking story!" He yells.
"I would but nothing ever changes here!" I yell.
Oops. Sir Adam looks at me. I draw back. He hops onto the table and walks forward. My breath quickens.
"What the fuck Varian!" He slaps me hard.
I fall back. Fire erupts from my wings.
"Keep the fire down! Ya think the others would like you if they found out." He asks.
I let out a breath as I draw the fire back into me.
"No." I breath.
"Good boy. Remember, I'm the one that protects you here. I'm the one that keeps the secret at bay." He says.
"And you're the one that keeps reminding me about my mother." I sigh.
He looks up at me.
"Yeah, that was quite a show." He says.
"Not for me." I hiss.
"Alright. Alright." He says.
I get up and dust myself off.
"You better find me a fucking good story." He says.
"Yessir." I nod.
"Get out." He says.
"Alright..." I draw back and fly out the door.
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
